I was doing great with both my general anxiety and depression for the last year or so, having little minor bouts now and again, but all round never felt so good. I started a new job with good career prospects a few months ago, just moved into a new apartment and looking feeling good. Until a few days ago, when my old enemy depression came back, and came back with a vengeance. My anxiety has also been playing up. I now feel hopeless, like my life is pointless and I am trapped with a life I hate. I didn't turn into work today, didn't even bother to call in, I just didn't care what the outcome would be, and mainly because my anxiety has been bad and I didn't want to talk to anyone. I need a break for a few weeks, I cant stand the thought of being around people, I just want to be alone, I am thinking of ringing in and telling them I broke my arm. I don't feel suicidal, I never have because I could never hurt my family and loved ones like that. Not suicidal, but I feel like I could welcome death, or that I was never even born, I'm sure many of you on here know the feeling. Sorry for the rant, just needed tell someone, it's so hard having to lie and deceive those closest to me that everything is fine, I don't want to worry anyone.